The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The sky did not fall; it peeled. It began as a flaking of azure paint along the horizon, curling upward to reveal the raw, rusted iron lattice of the world beneath. Margaret Holloway stood in her kitchen, a wooden spoon still resting in the bowl of porridge, watching the ceiling dissolve into a void of humming, brass gears. The air tasted of copper and burnt sugar, a cloying sweetness that...

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